In which Terry turns the tables
“But there are just too many of them…” Terry was going on for the third time.
“Tough. Deal with it.” Said a frustrated and amused Hannah.
“But… Seventeen! And all of them married. And my mother there, hovering about, introducing me to all of her single friends. Who ‘just happen’ to be my age. Last year she even included single men!” he looked comically distressed.
“So don’t go. Not my funeral. But didn’t you say that all of the Boots have terrible tempers? Something about shoe jokes…” Hannah couldn’t help giggling.
Terry’s mother had called with a spur of the moment invitation to a family party, to celebrate his eldest sister’s engagement. She’d invited the whole family, and what sounded like half the city.
The trouble with it was that Terry was the only member of his immediate family who was not married or seriously involved with someone.
He groaned loudly. “Not funny, Abbott. Horrendously unfunny. Grievously sinful toward the very nature of funny.”
“Oh, it is. You have no idea how much. Just go, Terry, it won’t be as bad as all that!”
When she looked up from her tea, Terry was grinning at her deviously.
‘Oh no.’ her brain cried, but she calmly ate toast and waited to shoot his argument down.
Well, this was odd. Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Fine?”
“Yes. Fine.” he paused to let her have a moment of victory before… “But if I’m going, you’re coming with me, Abbott. Come on, up, go get dressed. There will be plenty of food there.”
Hannah sat there with toast already in her mouth and stared as he left the room.
“But…” she paused to swallow. “I don’t wan-“
“Tough. Deal with it.” Terry cut her off, calling out from his bedroom.